Truth be told I've only thrown up once... that's right... once, from getting so drunk my body couldn't take any more. That was a bad night, one should never drink after a hard day of being angry. I'm sure it was funny for passersby watching stash haul me up the street from the bar downtown.



That doesn't mean I shouldn't have thrown up during other drinking expeditions just to get the poison out. It just means I suffered massive hangovers that lasted 3 days. I am the queen of choking it back - moreso to do with this irrational fear of vomit I have. Even other peoples' vomit. Yuck.



To me, I just hate that feeling you get before you do vomit. You start salivating, your sense of smell become heightened and everything makes you gag. The room starts to spin, your belly does flip flops, you wonder when you stand up to run to the can if you're even gonna make it and the next thing you know you're kissing the toilet. As mips would say, not house.

I love vomiting. When I used to be goth, I had developed an art form for puking from a bar stool without hitting my trench coat... it's harder than it sounds. Once I was at this place that basicly let anyone drink, the bartenders were all under 20, and I did a shot of Southern Comfort... I went to take a leak, hurled right in the urinal, walked back out to the bar, told the barkeep, 'Hey, that last shot you gave me made me puke, I think you owe me another one'... he paused for about 2 seconds, shrugged, and poured. Nothing like leaving room for more booze, the Romans had it right.

Second night in a row post-bar with a double voddie and coke at the computer. My best friend's b-day and while it was a somewhat tame night, we'll see where this bottle of Smirnoff takes us. Too bad work is 5 hours from now.....Ick.



In fact, it's time to go pour another drink.....

Ok, so I was going down to the beach, to my moms house yesterday, Whirly, me and the boy, and we stop at the gas station on PCH to get a pepsi and some smokes, and I'm walking into the place, and there's a little plastic bag, full of white powder, just laying there on the ground. My arm goes down like Neo Bullet Time fast, scoops it into my pocket.



We get over to my moms, I take it in the bathroom, it's like half a gram of crystal methamphetamine, my old, old friend. I haven't touched that shit in years and years, but I saw that little bag....



eh, anyway, whirly said she wouldn't ever do it, and I remembered how much fun the first 4 hours of a meth binge were, and then I remembered how miserable the last 44 hours of a meth binge were, and I washed it down the sink.



SOmetimes, I hate myself for being so responsible.



THe only really good thing is that somewhere, there's a tweaker who's having the worst day of their lives.

You did the right thing :P :D...



Meth seems like a real creepy drug....

egil Escribi�:

You did the right thing :P :D...



Meth seems like a real creepy drug....

It is, it's terrible... I did it pretty regularly for about 3 years, ended up having to have my gall bladder removed.



But it's a rush like no other.

toomuch'stash Escribi�:

Ok, so I was going down to the beach, to my moms house yesterday, Whirly, me and the boy, and we stop at the gas station on PCH to get a pepsi and some smokes, and I'm walking into the place, and there's a little plastic bag, full of white powder, just laying there on the ground. My arm goes down like Neo Bullet Time fast, scoops it into my pocket.



We get over to my moms, I take it in the bathroom, it's like half a gram of crystal methamphetamine, my old, old friend. I haven't touched that shit in years and years, but I saw that little bag....



eh, anyway, whirly said she wouldn't ever do it, and I remembered how much fun the first 4 hours of a meth binge were, and then I remembered how miserable the last 44 hours of a meth binge were, and I washed it down the sink.



SOmetimes, I hate myself for being so responsible.



THe only really good thing is that somewhere, there's a tweaker who's having the worst day of their lives.

8O



My hat goes off to you, 'stash. That's willpower!



Cool find, though.

Yeah, amazing what you find downtown in the Real O.C.! X-D



If only it were weed!



Back when I first met stash, I was working a bit late at the record store just finishing up a few things. I met a couple of friends Dean and Olivia (my old roommate) out front and we were shooting the shit for a while. We decided to head back to Olivia's and my place, so I went to my car and Dean and Olivia went to their's.



I noticed a sort of lump near my front tire. It wasn't big, maybe about the size of a child's fist. The sun had just gone down but there was still enough daylight out to where I could make out that it wasn't an animal, it was something in a clear ziplock baggie. I sort of kicked it with my foot, then almost involuntarily swooped down and collected the baggie with the fist-sized lump of whatever inside. Lo and behold, it was a bag of weed. Score! Record store parking lots are good for something!



I brought it home and later on that night stash came over and he and Dean sat around doing stoner sculpture out of apples and discarded coke cans. Good times, our tiny little shack of an apartment smelled like a rastafarian church!



Then Olivia (she's possibly the most neurotic woman I've ever had the displeasure of knowing) stole the stash of weed and refused to tell us where it went. I knew she did it even though she flat out denied it because after that point she got real preachy and defiant whenever the subject came up. Because she didn't smoke it anymore, nor was she ever a weed fiend, she just felt that nobody she knew should smoke it either and that went for drinking too. Not even on occasion.



The lost stash... oh well. I suppose I've made up for lost time since then! ;)

true to the topic.... im still fairly drunk and a little stoned but mostly cold you ask why? BECUASE my freinds stole my coat Rooooooooaar!

Baked, caked, and raked. A good night out in The Real WPG. After much fun and little sleep last night, thought tonight would be tame. But soccer, a session or two, and a few drinks make me feel as though I had a productive evening. Need to find that vbottlw of voddy and forget to set my alarm for work in the morning.



Love the while-wrecked meal in front of the computer.....

X-D X-D X-D



I was quite druk yesterday , and i wanted to hug my friend Luna , but it was slippery and i fell down. I thought i was so funny that i got - as we say it - a laughing kick. I tried not to laugh so much but 20 minutes later i was still lauhging X-D Nothing is funner than somebody who falls - esp if it's me X-D X-D X-D

I think I have an exam in 4 hours, but I'm not quite sure as I spent the night splitting a couple bottles of Chilean wine with a friend after work. I did try to study, but good-looking girls, a few pints, a couple bottles of wine, and some NHL 99 playing got in the way. I've almost got throught he material once.



Now for a sold trwo horus of sleep, I think. Good idea? Yeah.

Just disproved the notion that you can't have a good time at a bad club. Alcohol is the great equalizer.



And I was well behaved, on top of that. Who knew?

Hahahaha.

now you know why i was drunk every weekend in Japan. The clubs were so bad that i HAD to be drunk to surivive !!!

The final party night before exams has come and gone. Good times and I really am starting to like the club we went to. Not necessarily so well behaved tonight, but good times...... Again, work comes too soon. Can't wait for NYE.... and maybe Commerce social before that. 2 1/2 weeks of hell before 2 weeks of heaven; namely pills, thrills, and bellyaches.



Can't believe I just used a semi-colon after this amount of booze and at this time of morning.Ugh,

Last night I finally stopped studying around midnight and decided to get trashed and watch a movie ("Go", by the by...). Don't actually remember going to bed. One minute I'm wrecked and about 3/4 through the movie, the next it's 6:30 AM and I'm being woken up because I'm running late for work. I have no recollection of shutting off the TV and DVD, no recollection of getting undressed for bed, etc. Completely forgot to set my alarm for work.



Nyquil really synergizes with alcohol nicely. Especially when you're drinking quadruples....



(And I just realized that most of the posts in this thread over the past month have been mine. I'd better look into rehab soon.)

toomuch'stash Escribi�:

This hippy taught me a technique for falling asleep... load your bong and hit that shit until you pass out.



Never, ever fails me.

Reading back through this thread and finding some good stuff. Words of wisdom, 'stash, words of wisdom.

Christmas induced alcohol poisoning.

toomuch'stash Escribi�:

Christmas induced alcohol poisoning.

OMFG!! your sig!!! 8O hahaha those are really bad words!! is probably the worst sentence in the spanish language,but is vEte instead of vAte!! hehehe

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toomuch'stash Escribi�:

Christmas induced alcohol poisoning.

OMFG!! your sig!!! 8O hahaha those are really bad words!! is probably the worst sentence in the spanish language,but is vetA instead of vetA!! hehehe

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